As part of this #besomebody journey, I run into a lot of people who feel ‘stuck.’
Stuck in between what they have to do, and what they want to do. Stuck in between the job that pays the bills, and the dream that lights the fire. Stuck in between a bad relationship and the chance for a better one. Stuck between the fear of past failures and the possibility of future success.
America is a nation of immigrants, explorers and revolutionaries.
Two-hundred and forty years ago, we started as a small and scrappy pack of rebels, driven by a dream of “liberty and justice for all.” An outpost of outcasts, we penned our vision on street sides and carved our values in stone. We marched for peace and fought for freedom. And through it all, with each passing decade and each changing generation, we climbed… together.
I truly believe we’re in the midst of racial crisis in this country.
I truly believe that what’s been bubbling beneath the surface for a long time, is now boiling over into our sentiments and sentences and streets.
If there’s something out there, I can’t see it. It’s too far and too faint and too fuzzy. Too covered with confusion and clouded with contradictions. Too distant to make out the signs. The vision is out of sight. (more…)
It wasn’t supposed to be this big.
It was 2009. I was just turning 30. I was getting over a breakup. I was trying to get back into the gym. I was just trying to figure out who I was, and what my purpose was in life… (more…)